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@duaiipas
𝗗𝗨𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗔 is a singer, songwriter and performer who uses she/her pronouns. originally from london, england, she currently splits her time between london and her place in albania. born on august 22nd, 1995, she is currently 30 years old and her zodiac sign is a leo. she has been described as being self involved but people close to her know she's generous. she is heterosexual, single and always up for a good time.
how have i not seen you in so long? i know, i know... i've been on tour and you've been busy being the brilliant actress you are, but i think it's time for a get-together. i'm seeing a twilight marathon, plenty of snacks and wine, while sending messages to your co-star to make jokes at his expense. they would get increasingly worse the drunker we become. so how about it? | @colemandayaz
ariana: i plead the fifth! ariana: hot cocoa and girl time? absolutely! i fear i'm going to freeze on this trip ariana: it sounds like it
dua: i thought so, babe dua: we both froze, but at least we're back in human temperatures now dua: thank you for listening to me ramble about cal on the trip dua: i feel like i hogged the conversation dua: so tell me about your life. what's been going on?
Get you drunk enough? How about we just get you tipsy enough to warm the blood? That way you and I both still remember the terrible snow angels I make. I'll definitely give you a bear hug before and after, how about that? I know and I'm sorry for not reaching out after the fact - jetlag and never ending press was taking a toll on me.
you did make a fairly terrible snow angels, but it's okay. you get the chance to perfect your craft until next time we're in a snowy location together. i enjoyed the bear hugs, but i'm still annoyed we didn't get to spend a lot more time together, aside from the snow angels. but soon, yeah? when both our schedules clear up?
I figured it wouldn't be a quick meet and greet, but that we'd be hanging out by a nice toasty fire and consuming a few good cocktails. But god damn, you want me to confess my deepest, darkest secrets?? Are you prepared for that?
nicee toasty fire and cocktails certainly was fun, but i didn't get your deepest, darkest secrets, which i'm pretty disappointed in. i have my final shows coming up in mexico, maybe you'd want to come out?
i have no idea how you are standing upright. your schedule has got to be insane with tour. i saw something about your shows and don't you have another right after this trip is over? i barely have recovered from doing press myself. @liipadua
i did have a show right after our trip and colombia tomorrow. if we're being honest, then i think i'm standing with the help of an insane amount of coffee and an amazing team. tour comes to an end in december, so that'll be bittersweet. doing press is something else, so understand why you'd need time to recover.
I guess it's just because it's so far from what I normally listen to. I guess people just aren't allowed to venture out from their usual things. I guess, at the end of the day, we're all doing this for the fans. I mean, we're mainly doing it because it's something we love, but it's the fans reactions that truly keep us going and make all the stress and hard work worth it. Every time someone tells me that my work has got them through a rough spot, it just truly warms my heart. I honestly don't remember the last time I had a no work holiday. I know it's only for the weekend, but it's better than nothing. I'm ready to hit the spa, relax, eat a ton of food and drink too much. Yes, friends with benefits, with a guy that was a friend and now not really because I don't talk to him anymore. And every time I go to talk to him, we just have sex. So yes, it's a mess.
you're certainly right there. we do what we can to give the fans an experience and get their reactions. i think if no one was in the stadiums cheering me on, i wouldn't push myself as hard. i would still make music, but i think i'd feel a bit discouraged. same here. when people tell me my music touched them, i can't help but smile. how are you spending your thanksgiving, babe? i am disappointed in us, that we didn't somehow find time to hit the spa for a couple's massage or even just a hot cocoa. sounds like a mess, love. i'm here if there is ever something you need to talk about.
@/dualipa Happy to be back in fun, fabulous Finland
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ariana: i do? i don't think that's true :P ariana: what will you jump for? ariana: yessss. girl time needs to happen! ariana: i think that sounds good. are you going on this trip btw? ariana: waittttt. what have i missed?
dua: oh but you do... and you know it dua: i will jump for hot cocoa and girl time with you on this trip? dua: so much, girl. so much.
It's the only validation you need that you'd done so well on any song that you've put out. Everybody is always so surprised to hear that I listen to your music. And maybe it's because we're friends, but every song is so catchy. You definitely know how to create an atmosphere in stadiums. Of course, I'll plan some free time, because we're in serious need of girl time that doesn't involve one of us working. I don't know about tea, but we definitely need a bottle of something stronger. Are you going to Finland? Because we can do this at the bar. But I've essentially entered a friends with benefits situation, without realising. It's a mess. Trust me, this isn't enough to drag you from work, I wouldn't ever do that.
they're surprised? i know that my music isn't everyone's cup of tea, but that doesn't exclude anyone from listening to it, yourself included. i try to make songs that can be danced too, but that also hold meaning, so thank you for the compliment, babe. performing is one of my favorite parts of being a musician, because the atmosphere at a stadium or an arena is always such a vibe. and it fuels me to put on the best show i can, every night. now that we're here, i think a drink and some girl time are in order, especially since it's a no work holiday. friends with benefits? not for nothing, but you've never struck me as the type. so serve the tea with a nice drink at the bar.
Please tell me that we're going to be able to hang out on this trip? The last time we saw one another it was rushed and at a concert. We need to redeem that quick meet and greet. [ @liipadua ]
oh hell yeah, love! quick meet and greet? i'm sorry, pedro, but it won't be quick. i have every intention of getting you drunk and get you to spill your deepest, darkest secrets.
What does a man have to do in order to persuade you into making snow angels and snowmen with him? Because I'm willing to do just about anything for this moment with you. [ @liipadua ]
hm... i'd say get me drunk enough that i won't dread how cold it'll inevitably be. but for you? i'd settle for a bear hug and a single drink. it feels like it's been forever since argentina.
Callum ran a hand over his face, suddenly aware of the clutter of memories around them. He hadn't realized how much his apartment reminded him of her. "Yeah, I gathered your stuff," he added, his voice uneven. "I, uh… didn't really know what to do with it, so I just put it here." He gestured vaguely toward the living room, his hand lingering awkwardly midair, as if pointing might bridge the gap he felt stretching between them. "I guess… I guess it's all yours," he said, trying to keep his tone neutral, though each word felt heavy, laden with the weight of the time they had spent imagining a life together.
He stepped closer to the doorway and leaned against the frame, his gaze flitting nervously from her face to the floor. "Yeah, you can… take whatever you want first, I guess. I mean, I don't want to make it awkward, but, I don't really know how else to do this," he murmured, trying to sound casual but failing. His chest felt tight, and his throat was thick with the words he couldn't say aloud, how he wanted to tell her he’d missed her, that he hated seeing her like this, that the space she had left behind felt enormous and impossible to fill. "I, uh… I didn't think it'd be this hard," he admitted quietly. "I thought… seeing you, I'd be fine. But… yeah… it's weird. It's… it's really weird." His hands twitched at his sides, the nerves making it impossible to remain still. It was weird being face to face and not kissing her, not hugging her at least. it's not like he wanted her to leave now, but he thought to himself that Dua didn't even want to see him in the first place but instead she had reached out to his personal assistant. He thought Dua would want it over and done with.
He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to keep the lump in his throat from showing. "I just… I hope you're okay. I mean… I know we're… not supposed to be talking or… or seeing each other, but…" He let the words trail off. He ran a hand through his hair again, forcing himself to meet her eyes, though every nerve in him screamed to look away. "I… it's weird seeing you like this," he admitted, his voice low, almost a whisper. "I mean, after everything, I thought, I don’t know, that it would feel easier, but it doesn't. Not even a little." lips pressed into a thin line, and he exhaled shakily. "You look… tired," he added, unable to stop himself. "I can see it in your eyes, and I know I shouldn't be saying that, but I… I can't not say it. I hope work isn't taking its toll on you."
He stepped a little closer, then paused, as if measuring how much of himself he was allowed to reveal. "I've thought about you a lot since… since we decided to… stop. And I know we're not supposed to… feel anything, I guess," he shook his head, frustrated at how difficult it was to string the words together. "I thought I'd be over it by now, but…" His throat tightened and he swallowed again, blinking rapidly to keep his composure. "I guess the point is… I'm… I'm glad you came. Maybe I shouldn't be but I'm glad you're here."
"thank you," dua muttered as he gestured towards the living room, but then turned her back to him, in a desperate try to keep her tears from falling. a couple of breaths later, the emotions were put back into a box within her brain, but it was as though as soon as her gaze connected with his, all the memories flooded back. "all mine, yeah," she whispered and swallowed a lump, realizing that from here on out she'd be on her own. of course, her family would step in, but the fact that she'd lost what had felt like the love of her life, hit hard. when callum admitted that things were weird, dua nodded her head. "really weird," she echoed his words and looked up, crossing her arms across her chest, giving into the urge to cry. as though there was a tether between them, pulling them into each other's orbit, the woman stepped closer but stopped herself before getting too far into his space, when being brought back to reality. there was a part of her that wanted to grab the stuff and run away from this stuffy, awkward air around them, but a bigger part wanted to stay exactly where she was, breathing the same air as him in this familiar space... even if she couldn't allow herself to reach out and touch him. with callum's ramblings, dua sniffled and finally a few tears escaped her lashes and she hurried to swipe them away. "i know i shouldn't be here... that we decided on something completely else but i kind of don't want to be anywhere else right now. even though i have to fly out later today." the words came out sounding sheepish and a bit nervous, because admitting all this was admitting how much she still cared for him. "i am tired, but not because of work... or not only because of work," she admitted, taking another step closer without even realizing it. wiping a few more tears away, she shrugged. "i haven't been sleeping well, you know... without..." dua paused and gestured slightly between them and sighed deeply. "you look as tired as i feel," she admitted and sniffled, the tension headache that had latched itself into her brain, suddenly grew tenfold. the woman looked down and rubbed her temple gently. "this is hard," she whispered and continued to keep her gaze averted. tucking in her bee stung lower lip between her teeth and biting down, dua nodded at callum's words. "i know... i've thought about you a lot too. i mean... it's so odd, not calling you as the first person when something good or bad happens." clearing her throat she finally looked up at him through her blurry vision. taking a few steps closer again, she realized that they were suddenly standing only a foot apart from each other. and not realizing what she was doing, dua took ahold of callum's hand and rubbed her thumb across his knuckles. "you will always matter and be important to me... no matter what."
"No, nope - no tequila tonight. But just take that as a rain check, yeah? I promise the next time we hang out I'll make sure I don't have to jet off the following morning." That was ging to be a promise he was going to keep to her; the fact that he had to get up and prepare for a long flight the next day wasn't appealing, but alas, it had to be done. Though he already had ideas of what they could do for their following encounter. "Are you confessing to me that you're no good at being a good girl?" A brow quirked up as he questioned her, genuinely curious. His eyes fixated on her as she easily popped open his beer for him. "If you can't resist but be a bit bad...I can't say that I'll stop you, so..." words trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
The banter that Dua was giving him was everything to him and kind of unexpected if he was being honest with himself. The comment of boning could have one either way; she could have hated it and said something in regards to it, but instead? She went along with it and that alone thrilled him. "You don't have to tell me twice to continue with the flattery. It just comes to me so naturally and I can't help it most of the time." Joe was being truthful though; if he found a woman attractive? He let her know. There was no point in keeping that to himself. Her question was enough for him to take the bait and confess to her, "here's the problem, I do want to bone you. Looking at you right now? It's doing things to me, because god, you're fucking hot but I have to remind myself to be good." Licking his lips as he watched her take a sip from his beer, he happily took it from her and took a swig from it, as well.
Turning himself he watched her walk away, his eyes glancing at her up and down. The way her hips swayed as she walked, the confidence - looking away, he cleared his throat and followed suit and sat down beside her, his beer bottle still in hand. Leaning back into the cushions, he propped his elbow on the base of the couch and leaned his head into his palm, "hmm I see. I suppose me being here. right now is interrupting that routine of yours, huh?" Of course, he knew the answer to that already but still wanted to hear it from her. "Mine? Before I don't really do much, I just take it easy and relax as much as I can, especially my voice. As for post, I drink so much hot water with lemon, shower and just take my time unwinding with the rest of the guys. It's nothing crazy, honestly. Probably the most boring answer, huh?"
dua let out a small chuckle and nodded her head decisively, "rain check. you got it." the pair had fun together, so dua couldn't see them not seeing each other again when their schedules would allow it. she was happy he'd even shown up despite his busy schedule, to support her and see her perform. although she'd hoped he'd make it back to her suite, the singer hadn't ever expected it, knowing he had to fly out again the following morning. the support alone had been good enough. dua shrugged a single shoulder, "it's much more fun being bad, don't you think?" conversation just flowed so easy with joe, flirtatious banter and deep topics mixed together in what to some might seem confusing cocktail, but for dua was exactly what she needed. there was no doubt that dua appreciated honesty in every aspect of her life and if said honesty went hand in hand with a compliment or two, it was even better. she was well aware that she was attractive, but never let that be the only thing people knew about her. she wanted to be known for so much more. so when joe confessed his true feelings about her appearance and what he'd like to do, she bit down on her lower lip in appreciation. "as i said before... being bad is so much more fun." it was a challenge if there ever was one, but before they could act too much on it, they found themselves on the couch. she only wore a pair of yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt, jet-black hair up in a bun and face scrubbed of makeup after her time at the arena. it was a small part of dua that she mainly kept to herself, but that joe was now being privy to. most people seemed to believe she was glammed up 99% of the time, which couldn't be farther from the truth. the dolled up dua was a part of her, a type of armor to be worn around people who didn't know her to well. joe might not know every part of her just yet, but in opting to show him this side of her, he got one step closer. "you being here isn't interrupting," the woman stated honestly while a genuine smile appeared on her lips. "well, i've got the 'i should' routine which is skincare, tons of water, chamomile tea, a sleeping aid and lots of rest," the words tumbled so easily from her lips, it felt like having a conversation with an old friend, "and then there's the 'i do' routine, which usually entails enjoying the city i'm in from my room, maybe reading or doing some yoga yoga. just anything that makes me feel good in the moment." "no vocal warmups?" she gasped before giggling slightly. "blasphemous, but i'll let it slide." when he continued to describe his routine as boring, dua shook her head. "not boring. we all unwind differently," she continued speaking softly, followed by her hand sliding over the arm he had propped up on the couch. "thank you for being here, joe," she nearly whispered and inhaled deeply, the masculine scent of him washing over her. "it means a lot."
ariana: i know you have a lot going on and so proud! ariana: but we need to catch uppp sometime! ariana: or i will pout @liipadua
dua: you have a constant pouty face going on, love dua: so don't expect me to jump for a pout dua: but yes to catching up soon dua: i know you've got wicked and i'm wrapping up tour, so maybe after? dua: and i can give you some tea when we see each other
I didn't see one person who didn't know every single word to every song. It must be crazy to hear people singing back your songs. I promise I will see another show and I will be spend longer with you. If it's possible, I know how demanding tours can be with travelling. If I could have hugged you for hours I would have. I slept with a friend years ago, made things awkward and I've ghosted him ever since. We've just started shooting a movie together and I went to his trailer to talk and try and work things out. Nobody wants to be stuck on set for weeks and have things be awkward. But, as soon as the trailer door closed I just threw myself at him. Still haven't spoken to him, things are still weird.
it's literally insane to hear those songs sung back to you, especially when you worked as hard on a record as i did on radical optimism. it's just so rewarding. whenever you come out to another show we'll do something fun together afterwards, darling. and an hour long hug doesn't sound half bad either, especially since tour can be a little lonely. okay wow, that sounds like some tea right there. when are we sitting down for a cuppa? you need to tell me all about it. you know i'm always willing to listen, whatever is going on in your life, right? tour life, performances and all that will always come second to a friend in need.
Following her lead towards the kitchen, he walked confidently as he listened to her offer, "I'll take a beer if you have that. I gotta be good, so I can't do any of that hard liquor." Joe said with a smirk and slight shoulder shrug. One drink wasn't going to hurt him, and he knew he as hell didn't want to be on a flight back to the states hungover. That was one mistake he'd never do again, and he also wanted to make sure he remembered their night together. Whether it was them just talking all night or if all the flirting and banter lead to something more? Then he wouldn't fight it.
Joe was always one to give into temptation, especially when it came to beautiful women and Dua? She certainly was attractive; Joe would have been called a liar if he said he wasn't attracted to her. "As for the sweet talker comment...you'd be surprised just how lucky that's gotten me lucky. Not saying that I want to bone you right this second or anything like that." There was a teasing tone to his words, but he also wanted to act completely nonchalant in that moment. The last thing he wanted to do was come off desperate, but he did want to keep the mood light and playful.
"So, tell me," he began as he leaned his hip into the counter as he watched her, "what does your night usually look like after giving a hell of a performance? Do you stay up until your adrenaline wears off or do you normally knock out pretty easily once you get back to your room?" Joe was determined to get to know her, truthfully. She intrigued him in so many ways, and he wanted to spend the time getting to know all of her.
"hm, so no tequila? how sad," she said with a faux pout as she dragged a beer out of the fridge. they had had a ton of fun with tequila last time, but as she undid the cap with a bottle opener, dua knew they had to behave. she had another show in a few days time and he had to return to the states, work pulling them in every direction. there was no way in hell she would let down her fans by performing poorly because she was hungover. "i guess we'll have to be good... this time around," the singer hummed with a shrug, "not exactly my greatest skill." dua was as a pretty disciplined when it came to her lifestyle, but as of late she'd felt the need to let loose more often, following her breakup with callum. breaking off an engagement wasn't easy and dua was doing everything she could to move on, including having some fun with joe. "really? complimenting women got you lucky? i am shocked," she said with an exaggerated gasp. "keep the compliments coming though, babe. flattery is the key to my heart," she then continued on a chuckle. "but wait... you don't want to bone me? i don't know if i should take offense to that or not." the woman took a sip of the bottle before handing it to joe. she knew she shouldn't be drinking, but a sip of beer in good company wouldn't hurt, right? she grabbed an ice cold water bottle for herself and then walked away. moving towards the large sectional in the living area, dua placed herself with her side to the back and her arm across it. patting the seat next to her, she then shrugged, her playful energy calming down some due to the cozy atmosphere with the lights low. "i have two different post-show routines. the one i should follow and the one i do follow," the spoke truthfully, pulling her leg up under her as she got comfortable. "what about you? any pre or post show rituals or routines? anything i should know before i come see you live at some point?"
